And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 686 | 2012-12-11 01:30:24 | 88.45 | 93% |
| 526 | 2012-12-09 02:59:52 | 93.40 | 96% |